"President! President! President!!"
"Owen! Owen! Owen!!"
On the stands, the entire crowd holding their phones actually started running along with the two who squeezed into the final straight track, with the Discipline Committee unable to stop them.
The roaring waves, the raised shaking hands, those gazes, pushed the two with acidic muscles to roar out loud, igniting their final strength with sheer will.
Sprint!
Sprint!
Sprint!!
"President! You can do it!!"
On the stands, Sakuragi Hitomi, who was previously sitting composedly, couldn't stay seated anymore when she saw Yan Huan gritting his teeth and running into the final 100 meters.
She stood up, took a deep breath, and screamed out "You can do it" using all the energy stored in her frail body.
"..."
Sakuragi...
Even until now, hearing Sakuragi Hitomi's voice made Yan Huan's heart race a little faster.
It was also at this moment, he suddenly and belatedly realized...
